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Chapter 10: Exposed

When Kurt woke up the next day, Puck was already gone.

"Figures." He muttered under his breath as he stared blankly at his bed where Puck spent the night. The sheet was already cold which meant that Puck was already long gone. He remembered how the night went. There were no words spoken between the two of them and he wondered how they survived the night without their usual verbal assaults. Puck just looked at him with red rimmed eyes and had looked like he was having an inner battle if he would spill the story behind the tears. Then to Kurt's frustration, Puck didn't say a word and just lay on his side. Kurt would not allow Puck to treat him that way so he decided to confront him but just as when he was about to grab Puck's arm and make Puck face him, he heard Puck's even breathing. The billionaire playboy had fallen asleep. Disappointment washed over him so he just walked over to the couch until sleep came to him.

Kurt looked at his bedroom clock. It was already ten in the morning. He decided to confront Puck about what happened and demand an explanation. Puck had no right to treat him like a handkerchief which he could use every time he felt the need to bawl his eyes out. With that energizing thought, he quickly went to his bathroom to prepare.

It was time to tell Puck that even though he let him spent the night with him, it didn't necessarily mean that they were now suddenly friends. There would be a lot of work for Puck before that happened.

"Mr. Hummel, young sir. Mr. Puckerman is not here." Clifford called out to him as he quickly walked past him towards the familiar path to Puck's bedroom. He could feel that Clifford was trailing him judging from the loud clicking of his shoes against the marbled floor of the mansion's lobby.

He stopped abruptly and Clifford painfully bumped into him. Okay, don't get mad Kurt.He thought as he breathed deeply and slowly turned around to face the butler.

Kurt gave him a forced smile. "I already called his office and Cynthia said that he didn't report for work so I'm checking here." He explained through gritted teeth.

"Well, he's not here Mr. Hum – "

"Call me Kurt, that mister thing make me century old." He said, cutting Clifford in midsentence.

" – mel." The butler continued. Fine. Obedience was not a strong point for Clifford. "Maybe you should try again later but right now, he's not really here."

Kurt frowned at him. "Okay, just let me take a look then I'll go." He knew that the butler was lying through his teeth. He didn't wait for the butler's response. He quickly turned around and made a mad dash upstairs to Puck's bedroom. He looked over his shoulder and saw Clifford panting behind him, his hands on his knees. Kurt smirked. Clifford was really trying too hard to cover for Puck.

As he reached the mahogany door, he raised his fist and knocked loudly.

"Fuck Clifford! I told you not to fucking disturb me!" He heard Puck's muffled voice from the other side of the door. Kurt shook his head. Clifford really laid it thick.

Kurt opened his mouth to say that he was not Clifford but a grip on his shoulder stopped him. He spun around and saw Clifford with a pleading look on his face.

"I just need to talk to him. Is that too much to ask?" Kurt asked the butler as he laid out his palm in front of the butler. "Keys."

Clifford shook his head thoroughly. "Don't make me call security Mr. Hummel."

Kurt lifted an eyebrow. "Are you threatening me?" He challenged. Then an idea came to him. He really didn't want to do it but situations like this needed one. "Fine, I think I'll just call Grandpa Puckerman and tell him that you are mean to his grandson's fiancé."

Clifford's eyes went wide and Kurt noticed that he swallowed hard.

He watched as Clifford fumbled in his pocket and produced a set of keys and picked out a particularly big one and handed it to his waiting hand. Kurt gave him a grateful smile as he gestured at the butler to go. Clifford looked at him with an unreadable expression on his face but quietly obliged as he walked away.

Kurt inserted the key in the doorknob. This time, Puck would not be able to run away.

"Oh. My. God." Those were the words that came out of his mouth when he saw a blonde guy bouncing on top of Puck. He just stared at the couple, clearly dumbfounded and unable to say anything at the moment. He thought that Puck had a problem and wanted to be left alone. He really didn't expect to see Puck getting a reverse cowboy from some random guy.

The blonde guy opened his eyes and saw him and he stopped whatever he was doing. The blonde even had the grace to cover his erection with his hands.

"Why the fuck did you stop?" Puck asked heatedly. "Is my dick too big for you to handle?" Kurt shook his head at Puck's audacity. Oh god. He should have listened to Clifford. He so did not want to witness this kind of brazen display from his so-called fiancé. He quickly turned around and was about to leave when he heard the blonde spoke.

"Uh we got company." The blonde said. Kurt breathed in deeply and closed his eyes, trying to decide if he should stay or go. He decided that the latter was the better option so he walked quickly towards the door.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Puck's voice boomed, interrupting his escape plan.

Kurt slowly turned around with his eyes closed.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Puck shouted as he saw the very slender back of Kurt Hummel who was currently attempting a poor escape act. He watched as Kurt slowly turned around. Puck rolled his eyes when he saw Kurt with his eyes closed. "I'm not naked anymore. You can now open your virgin eyes." He added, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Well I didn't expect you to be doing your hobby at this hour." Kurt retorted bitchily and Puck couldn't help but smirked at the brunette's feisty attitude.

Puck pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation as he turned his attention to the blonde trick. It was such a shame that he didn't even get the chance to have his orgasm. "I'll call you later." He said at the blonde who was now fully clothed. The blonde gave one last squeeze at his cock and then said his goodbye.

"So what now Hummel?" He asked as soon as the blonde was gone. He crossed his arms on his bare chest as he stared hard at Kurt. He knew why the brunette was here. Kurt was here to demand an explanation. What else could be the reason why Kurt barged in his room without as much as a warning of some sort? He was starting to regret why he went to Kurt last night but for some reason, Kurt was the first one that popped in his head.

"About last night." Kurt said. Puck was right. Of course Kurt would be curious on why he just suddenly showed up at his front door like a teenage girl who just broke up with her first boyfriend. "I know that whatever you do in your life is none of my business but I think I have the right to know what's going on."

"I know I'm not your most favorite person in the world but why do you care?" He said and he saw Kurt's face darkened in a scowl. As far as he knew, he didn't have to explain to himself to anyone and it was not like he and Kurt were friends.

"Well newsflash Puck. You showed up in my apartment like the real drama queen, stayed the night and left without so much as a fuck you very much and now you're asking me why I care?" Kurt spat out, his face was now turning red. "Well for your information, I don't care. I just need an answer because I'm not someone you can just run into whenever you feel the need to cry."

As much as Puck didn't want to admit it, Kurt was right. It was just that, he was not ready to tell him the reason why he cried. "Don't worry Hummel, it won't happen again."

Kurt shook his head and then looked at him straight in the eye. "Is it about Paris?"

Puck's mood darkened. Fuck Hummel and his ability to read people's mind. How the hell he came up with that idea? It was true. It was about Paris.

He remembered when he saw him at Jupiter's that night. It was the first time he saw him after so many years. He was not sure how many years because those years were just too painful to remember. Seeing the blonde he fell in love with brought up all the memories they had shared and he just couldn't bare it so he fled. He just found himself bringing home the curly haired guy he bumped into earlier. He knew from experience that a good fuck would help him erase the pain of his loss and just as when he was about to fuck the guy senseless, Paris showed up and every memory, every kiss, every promises were brought back and assaulted his entire being. He knew that he shouldn't be affected anymore because after all, he and Paris broke up million years ago but somehow, the pain made its way back to his heart and soul.

It was funny that even after all those years, the petite blonde still had an effect on him. He would not let Paris made him vulnerable again so he shouted at him to go away and not see him anymore. After Paris left with tears glistening in those big blue eyes, Puck kicked out the curly haired guy. Puck had never felt so raw and exposed that time. He wanted to scream and break every glass in the mansion but couldn't find the strength to do so. He just found himself grabbing the keys to his car and driving towards Kurt's apartment. Maybe, he chose Kurt because he knew that the brunette wouldn't ask too many questions.

But now he wondered why Kurt asked questions all of sudden.

"Is it about Paris?" Kurt asked in annoyance then he regretted asking when Puck's face darkened in an unreadable expression. Well, it just occurred to him. Maybe it was really because of Paris why Puck was acting weird all of a sudden.

Uncomfortable silence stretched between them and Kurt knew he had to say something. He wouldn't let Puck get the upper hand in the situation. He promised himself that he wouldn't let Puck to treat him like he was the one who owed Puck a big favor. "Look, whatever happened between the two of you, it was a long time ago. Is it about time that you move on?" He continued and he was surprised with the sudden burst of confidence in him. It was like there was some force out there that was making him to talk to Puck like this.

Puck gave him a hard stare as his brows met at the center of his forehead. "You don't know anything so shut your big mouth and get the fuck out of my room."

Kurt was surprised with Puck's anger but he wouldn't let it intimidate him. Not this time. Puck owed him that much. "I may not know anything but there is one thing I know Puck."

Puck just raised an eyebrow at him and didn't say anything.

Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat before he spoke. "I know the pain of losing someone. Our situations might be different but I know how hard it is to lose someone you love. I lost my mom when I was seven and I thought that the world had ended. It was painful but pain is just one of the many emotions we feel. We shouldn't let it rule our lives or it will destroy us just like with what you are doing to yourself."

Puck snorted as he walked towards him. They were now a meter away with each other but Kurt made no move to step back. "And what makes you so expert on what I feel huh?"

"It was clear that you are still hurting Puck. Sleeping around was your way of dealing with the pain inside you. It made you feel like you're in control but the truth is, after your blissful orgasms, you still feel empty." Kurt said as his heart thudded in his chest. He didn't know what reaction he would get from Puck. He just prayed that Puck would not punch him or something because he was not really big on blacked eyes.

Puck looked at him for a few seconds then his eyes fell on the ground as he turned around and walked without a word towards his bed and sat down. Kurt released the breath he didn't even realize he was holding. It was not the reaction he expected from the billionaire playboy. He was kind of expecting a violent reaction but Puck did the opposite.

"It killed me when he left and it felt like I was just floating around to nothingness." Puck said in an almost inaudible voice. Kurt parted his lips in surprise. He couldn't believe that Puck was opening up to him. "He's the first person I devoted my life with. I maybe young that time but I knew that he's the one I'm going to spend my life with." Puck looked up at him and made a small smile as if a good memory just came to him. "Did you know that I enrolled in a guitar class because I wanted to play his favorite songs? That I tried so hard to learn Italian because he's so fluent with the language? I tried so hard Kurt but he still left me."

Kurt didn't know what to do and say with the sudden revelations from Puck. Yes, he still hated Puck for all the things he did to him and he was not yet ready to forgive him that easily but then, he couldn't help but feel sympathy on him. He didn't know what made him do it but he just silently walked towards Puck's bed and sat beside him.

They stayed in that position in silence for what seemed to be ten or fifteen minutes, Kurt didn't know how long. Then he was caught by surprise when Puck grabbed his hand.

"Can you help me forget him?" Puck asked quietly like he was afraid that someone might hear him aside from Kurt.

Kurt's eyes went wide as his heart started to thud again in his chest. He couldn't. He wouldn't. He knew not to trust Puck, not after all the manipulations he did in the past.

"I don't know Puck." He replied as he pulled his hand gently away from Puck. "And please don't force me to do it."

Puck let out a low chuckle but Kurt knew that it was just a façade. "I'm not that desperate Kurt."

"There are others out there who would gladly fill the position." Kurt said.

Puck glanced at him sideways. "I don't want others Kurt. I want you."

Kurt's jaw dropped in awe.

And he never knew that five months from now, he would feel the pain of loving someone.